You Treat Me Like I’m Temporary

I know this isn’t fairytale stuff. I know I’m not the woman you bring home to your family. This is just for now. This is just a phase, for both of us.

But just because we aren’t forever doesn’t mean you should treat me like I’m temporary. Like I’m disposable. I’m not something you use and throw away.

Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I should have walked away earlier. Maybe I should have assumed you’d respect me more.

It was just so easy in the beginning. Nights on the hood of your car counting the stars. So maybe we aren’t in it for the long run, doesn’t mean there can’t be romance. Doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a level of effort.

Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe seeing how easily you disconnect will be a reminder in the future. I can casually date and still choose someone who sees me as a human. I don’t have to get serious to be treated kindly.

I don’t know if you’re capable of seeing anything outside of yourself. It’s just about you. Other person be dammed. Other person isn’t important.

I’m glad I’m temporary to you. God bless the girl who is permanent. She’s going to have to deal with a terrible person.